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When the abuse was directed elsewhere, I would turn my music up and stick my nose in a book. I got lost in stories. I got lost in imagining a better life. Anything to drown out the bad and to avoid the anxiety.
T. H. Cleemann
George Blue Kelly
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Musings of an immigrant from a tiny Sicilian village.
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